untitled. everything was a spark and my mind was a fury.

doubts

a poem in three parts. enjoy :

this is really too short of a poem to summarize. it will speak for itself.

a series of poems, one every day. i'll probably only post the ones i like. snippets of life. sketches.

early morning mischief, when we are at our best

he came back, still making dirty jokes, still him.

sometimes i think you're living in the pocket of your levi's

the phases

two nights ago i had a dream that you and i were mountain climbers and weather chasers

we came and went quietly

when my hands have nothing to do they spell out your name

for You, but don't read them please

your words are better than mine

She sheds a new light on my worries

It's not like the blues

A series of essays, etc. That I wrote late at night when I was halfawake. Some kind of philosophical or scientific, some just clearing my mind. Hope you enjoy.

I am the carving of another shore upon this earth

Maybe its the way you smile...

I have strawberry skin

The fear that all things fall keeps you from the sky

To a poet

If love ever was, then love is, and love will be

I draw time in charcoal and blend into it rhymes

And to speak would be too free but perhaps that's what I need

A question for him

May I ever draw my breath upon your breast

When I was little I would sing...

We will become precious stones. We will gather ourselves on lonely shores.

Generally, I'm thinking of you, specifically, I'm thinking of that night we stood by the lake

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I ran into blue today

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a piece of poetry that sounds better read aloud on a street corner or an open stage

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ego has landed

Now I'm steppin into the sun.. hoping it'll burn all your sins.. that you tore from your side.. and sewed onto mine

A song in which I cut him down, back to what he actually is

or just some great pretender

Another day another idle thought.

Summer leaves us lightly, but purposely swift The cold wanders in, not one to go unnoticed. We can feel it, inside

Prefer the concrete now I don't care for explanations now I'm doubting myself.

It was a day bright, like glitter on the road a day sharp like your wit.

You shrugged, as if that were an adequate opinion

Too many miles to walk alone

I'm just a footnote L.A. is what he really wants

This was the first time today I thought about you

A transfer of innocence and in the process some is lost

I wish I could know like you, know the secrets you do. Wont you tell me?

Discovering you, discovering me, discovering truth in the shade of a tree

Rough draft. our band is currently working on it.

Time will tell you to wait. I'm still here, still waiting. I know no more, I know no less. Sometimes I wonder if Time really knows, or does it just guess?

When I wore white, the day wore thin, the angels wore smiles, and we wore the night

i dont wanna write poetry no more. i dont care about metaphors. i dont really think i am a flame. and i really think you are more than a guitar. you're more than a metaphor to me.

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I wish you were here right now. To see me in my element. Wind.

Thought you were a summer's night half a glass of lemonade the glow of the television at eleven

This morning I drank half my coffee. I'm still only half awake. And I'm trying to find my bottom half... I think it ran away.

I smile and I laugh like I'll be doing it forever. Might be making into a song.

It was a rainy hour

Once I saw you cry, but it was only once

Vicious cycles are hard to break

Profiling some interesting characters found in everyday life. A peek into their lives. And into mine...

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My keys and your strings they know everything

I'm in love with a man named Music. I'm wrapped around his arm and he's wrapped around my heart...

Distance doesn't care if i care about you.

An affair with a musician

A song.

There's nothing around to absorb the sound

As the chords spill, I think maybe, too, our hearts will

Idle hands play dangerous games. I guess you could call purposelessness the Devil's domain.

Don't know how to summarize. Enjoy.

I would like to forget, I would like to remember

Would you think less of me if...? it may sound lame but i promise you its not. i'm really anxious for feedback on this one

A thought upon waking

Its too late to be fighting like this

Describing the language

Describing the language

Don't let my hopes get too high

memories waiting to be provoked to bestow their wisdom

A brief meditation

You have been weighed. You have been measured. I have been found wanting.

Planning a future is simply guesswork

And my bones remember...

I wonder if rivers know where they're flowing...

Etches sensation on my forearms

shock of red

For grandpa BudStud...

a thought

And he lived...

My brother had a gun put to his head the other night...

my body a blue flame

A random thought I jotted down. Something about judging people and hypocrisy, but its only half coherent and rather vague to be honest. So its open to multiple interpretations. Enjoy.

A song. If you move too fast, you'll be missing out.

Is this all we have left, this skeletal bond? Might be rewriting as a song.

A song. I was really frustrated when I turned on the radio and only found sappy love songs that all said the same thing. I just want something that says how I really feel.

One day we'll laugh. After we've learned. After we've grown a little wiser.

A short song. Sometimes there's so much going on in my head, I dont know what to think, and I'm not myself.

Left to fend for myself

These two hands...

Jay gave me flowers today...

Forget regret.....

Can you use the power you are given?

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know. think. say. mean.

all to often we confuse this with love

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What they are to me

explaining a friendship with trees. please read and review thanks.

inspired by a painting of a singer.

A random thought. Eh... just read it. its only 7 words.

Often we miss out on the chance to discover a new life, a new way of thinking, because we simply pass people by

Holding on, even though it hurts.

A poem inspired by a collage I made. Might be turning it into a song.

All I need to be happy is... poetry

Describing a broken thought process.

It's a surprise.

A breakup song. Hopefully not too cliched. Relatable. I thought he used me so he wouldn't have to feel so alone, just until he found something better which he did. But we're still friends, and he is an amazing boy. I will stop boring you now.plz critique

I was going to record this song, but I moved before I could. This is the first song I've ever been truly proud of, and I hope whoever reads it can find their own meaning behind it. Honest reviews welcome and appreciated.

Cannot write a fitting summary. But I worked really hard on this one and I would really appreciate some feedback, positive or negative. I like honest reviews. Thanks.

A song about music... interesting concept. This is just something I scribbled on an index card at three in the morning. About how important music really is in my life. Please suggest alternative titles, thank you.

About my brother, an alcoholic since thirteen, also a smoker and drug abuser. Yes, I classify it as a tragedy to see a life so poorly spent.

Kind of a jumble of thoughts together: Taking life as it comes, taking what you have and making it something beautiful. Please suggest a title, thank you.

What is born of writer's block.